Arrival

It arrives in the rain by the railroad station

one evening in life

when you know why you are here.

There, in the turning

wheel where there is no noise, she sees

The distance within you, the quiet man

at the end of the rails.

Where the men disembark she allows you to enter.

Once, when a child, you felt this night

as a note through bamboo makes a passage to air

where you are now: here, in the air

of her love, at the place in the night

where the leaving and arriving are the same.

You pass through that portal; she guides you

to love

like a lost child slipping through reeds

towards home.